"Arabian Nights"
Part 66
by Beryll
"Aaiiieh!"
The attack came with all the vigour of a warrior in true battle. It wasn't fast enough that Viggo couldn't have evaded it but instead of twisting out of the way he allowed the small wooden sword to strike his shield as hard as the young boy tackling him could and then dropped it in a display of pain, falling over on to his back.
Immediately he was straddled by Numair who made a show of pressing his wooden sword to his elder brother's throat, shrieking with glee.
Then he remembered that he was supposed to be the hero and put on the cutest solemn face.
"Do you yield?" he asked with all the importance a five year old could muster.
Viggo couldn't help but smile up at him, his heart warming at the display of boundless energy and happiness.
When he had walked into the nursery the children had stared at him as if he was an apparition for a long, long moment but then both of them had dropped what they were doing and hurled themselves at him, crying and laughing at the same time, clinging to him as if they intended to never let go again. It had taken Viggo a while to convince them that he was not dead, not dying and wasn't going to die any time soon.
Seeing how very afraid of losing him they had been had shown him how little time he had actually spent with them and what he had been missing. Even though he was only their adopted brother they perceived him as a full brother, loving him as if he'd been there all their lives. So he had promised himself that he would visit them more often in the future and have them over to his new quarters as well. He was very sure his kittens would enjoy their company as much as he did.
"I yield." he answered.
The boy looked over at his sister who had been watching the mock battle with rapt attention with a huge grin.
"See? I have slain the villain for you!" he announced and Kalila dutifully clapped her hands in applause.
Then Numair dropped his wooden sword in very unhero-like fashion and hugged Viggo.
Viggo cuddled the boy back and sat up with him in his arms. "You have become really got with your sword, little brother." he told the boy seriously.
Numair beamed with pride. "You think father will give me a real sword now?"
Personally Viggo thought that five years was old enough to start training in earnest but he wasn't sure what Hugo thought of the matter so he his head thoughtfully. "That you will have to ask him," he answered, "a Caliph must decide carefully who he awards the right to bear arms."
That seemed to make sense to the boy. Viggo set him back on his feet. Glancing out of the window he realized that the sun was setting already. He had spent more than two hours at the nursery and not even realized how much time had passed. The kittens would be missing him, probably worrying too much about his health.
He really was well again. Better - actually - than he had been since his brush with the desert, but they still treated him as if he might break at a loud word. They probably would for quite a while. He had scared all of them badly.
At least Liv was at last convinced that he was fine and allowed him out of his quarters and back to work. Even if he was supposed to start slowly. Viggo thought back to the conversation he had had with Hugo a few hours earlier. They had both started apologizing for their ridiculous behaviour as soon as they saw each other.
When Viggo thought about the fact that it had been Karl they had argued about so hard he felt bile rise in his throat. A whipping was too good for the man. He should be publicly skinned and stoned for what he had done to Jared.
Which reminded Viggo of the fact that he still hadn't talked to the young man.
"I will have to go now," he told Numair and Kalila, "but I hope you will come and visit me some time too?"
"If we may?" Kalila glanced over at their nurse who nodded with an approving smile. "Then we will be honoured to come and visit." Kalila answered, in what she perceived as a queenly fashion, and Numair bobbed his head in an enthusiastic affirmative.
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The way back to his new suite took Viggo only a few minutes without any kittens attached to him who trying to make sure he 'didn't overtax his strength'. His quarters lay curiously quiet. Wondering where his noisy kittens had got to, Viggo crossed the main court room to the garden.
In the archway he stopped to marvel at the sight presented to him. Under the tree a large blanket had been spread and there his kittens lay in a heap of relaxed bodies, all resting on top of each other, all asleep. Elijah and Orli were at the bottom of the pile, cuddled against each other. Dom was sleeping on his stomach with his head on Orli's legs and Billy was using Dom's back as his pillow. They looked exceedingly happy and peaceful and by their state of undress Viggo guessed that they had been taking a sunbath before the sun had set on them.
Only Jared was missing.
Silently Viggo passed his kittens by without waking them, looking for the fifth and most mature of them. He didn't have to search long. From his bedroom he heard soft footfalls and when he entered he found Jared carefully making the huge bed, fluffing up pillows and straightening out blankets. He immediately noticed the soft clicking of the pearl curtain separating the garden from the bedroom and turned around. When he realized it was Viggo, he quickly dropped his gaze and knelt.
With a sigh Viggo stepped inside, letting the curtain drop closed behind him. Having people kneel to him still felt odd even after all the months he had now spent in Aqaba. He could stand it from the general palace slaves but he really didn't want to see his kittens do it. He considered them his family almost as much as his adopted siblings.
He went over to the bed where Jared knelt and sat down, looking at the beautiful young man whose life he had bought as he might buy an orange on the market. It still felt wrong. He knew he was supposed to get used to it but he doubted it would ever happen. Some things he would always loathe.[ change ‘loath’ to ‘loathe’ the first one is the wrong choice of form of the verb for the action] Slavery was definitely one of them.
Jared's hair hid his face like a protective curtain and his lowered gaze hid his eyes, making it impossible for Viggo to guess his feelings. He had no idea if Jared was happy in his service or if, maybe, he was longing for some other life and he doubted if Jared would tell him. Not until Viggo managed to win his trust as he had somehow managed with Orli and Elijah and - to a degree - with Dom.
Only one way to get started down that path.
"I was looking for you, Jared." Viggo said, waiting to see if the young man kneeling by his feet would react in any way. When no reaction came, Viggo continued: "Sean has brought to my attention that you seem to believe your stay here at the palace, in my service, is a temporary one - that you are here only until you have taught my kittens what they wish to learn in order to serve me better."
Viggo purposely did not mention the exact nature of the lessons Jared provided the kittens with. That was another thing he wasn't entirely sure if he approved of. Teaching someone how to please another sounded too much like turning them into whores to Viggo. But it had been the kittens idea and they seemed to thoroughly enjoy their lessons.
At least Viggo guessed so from the giggling and happy moans he had heard from their room this morning. He would have gone in to check, and his fingers had itched to participate, but they had positioned Sean in front of their door to keep him out while Billy and Dom had taken over serving his breakfast and distracting him.
So far he hadn't had a chance to sample his kitten's 'new skills' - he hadn't even had time to see if Elijah was more trusting in that regard now, and he couldn't help but look forward to it. Maybe spending this kind of quality time with the kittens would also convince them that he was no longer weak and ill.
He reached down and gently lifted Jared face with a finger under his chin so that the young man had to look at him. The silken hair parted like a curtain and incredibly blue eyes looked up at him fearfully. Really, this was no surprise after what had already happened to him in Viggo's service. The thought made Viggo's stomach cramp in anger but he managed to keep his voice calm and friendly when he continued.
"I wish to reassure you that I consider you not only the teacher of my kittens but a valued member of my household and that I will not be parted from your company. I wish you to stay with me for as long as you are comfortable."
Jared blinked at him in the sweetest confusion but then a shy smile came to his lips. "Thank you, my lord." he said.
Viggo felt relief when Jared didn't look away again. He was surprised though when Jared leaned forward to rub his cheek against Viggo's knee in a very catlike way.
"You don't have to do this," he said awkwardly, feeling excitement course through his veins as it had been before he had fallen ill since he had been with Orli - and the sight of this beautiful creature inviting him was hard to resist. But after what Karl had done to Jared he didn't want to use him like that, he was well aware of how Sean had fled after a single kiss. "I won't ever force you, Jared." he tried to explain.
He didn't understand when the expression in Jared's eyes turned to hurt and then dull acceptance. He immediately withdrew and Viggo knew he had said something wrong even if he had no idea what it had been.
"I understand, my lord," Jared said meekly, "of course you have better at your disposal."
That really was the last thing Viggo wanted him to believe, here he was trying to be kind and instead he had hurt the young man's feelings even more. Obviously he wasn't very good at dealing with people.
"No," with gentle insistence Viggo drew Jared closer again, "you misunderstand, dear. Sean... told me what Karl did... and I thought you would prefer... well... not having me groping you..." It sounded not as caring and wise as Viggo would have wished but his words seemed to have the desired effect as Jared's smile blossomed again, this time even brighter.
"My lord, I have been a whore for a long while, being taken like that is not new to me. I can deal with it," Jared explained solemnly, "but to know that you would look at me with disgust..."
"What has been done to you makes me want to protect you, not feel disgusted." Viggo interrupted him.
Jared nodded. "Thank you, my lord." Again he shifted closer, resting his cheek against Viggo's knee. "I would be honoured to know your touch, my lord." he added softly.
How was one supposed to resist an offer like that? And why should one try?
He leaned down, tipping Jared‘s face up again to claim his mouth in a gentle kiss. There was no hesitation in Jared's response. On the contrary - he leaned into the kiss hungrily, allowing Viggo to probe his mouth deeply, moaning softly.
It didn't really make sense to Viggo that Jared wasn't shy and angry, as Sean had been, but he didn't complain when the younger man climbed onto his lap without breaking their kiss and wrapped his arms around Viggo's neck.
Jared seemed to sense his hesitation though. As they broke their kiss, he smiled at Viggo and when he spoke his voice was husky with desire. "I know pain, my lord," he explained, "but I crave pleasure as anybody would. So I crave you."
That doused Viggo's last doubts.
With a soft chuckle he rolled both of them fully onto the huge bed so that he came to rest above the lithe body of Jared, arching up against him hungrily.
"Then we‘d better be quiet or we will have the kittens as company soon." he whispered into Jared's ear before starting to kiss it greedily.
Jared answered with soft laughter that sounded like sweetest music to Viggo. Obviously neither Karl nor his previous costumers had managed to break the young man's spirit. Jared stretched beneath him, showing off his lean beauty, gazing up at Viggo with a trust that Viggo hadn't dared hope for.
Slowly Viggo worked his way down the younger man's body, trailing kisses along the way. The short vest Jared wore offered no restrictions so Viggo kissed and licked at Jared's nipples and then went lower, lapping at Jared's naval. He grinned against Jared's skin when he heard muffled moans of pleasure. One glance showed him that Jared was biting his lips hard to stay quiet. He really didn't want to share, obviously.
Glancing down again he was faced with a growing tent in Jared's pantaloons. With a smirk he freed the young man's cock, eyeing it curiously. Slender but long it matched Jared's beauty perfectly. Viggo took a testing lick and was rewarded with another suppressed moan. Encouraged, he sucked the rapidly hardening cock into his mouth. He was sure he wasn't doing it with half as much expertise as Jared surely possessed but it was obviously good enough as Jared's hand came down to fist in his hair and he bucked up hungrily into Viggo’s mouth.
With one hand Viggo held Jared's hips down, with the other he held the base of Jared's cock and swallowed him as deeply as he could. The small, mewling sounds Jared made were simply delightful and Viggo was tempted to just let him cum like that.
Then again there was his own raging hard cock to consider.
He slowed down a bit until Jared relaxed and then reached lower, running his fingers over the smooth skin of Jared's rear. Immediately Jared spread his legs further, allowing Viggo better access. He gently probed Jared‘s hole and was more than a little surprised when he found the opening slick and his finger slipped inside easily, the only resistance he met was that of muscles clenching.
A little confused he glanced up at Jared and was met with a sheepish grin. "Always be prepared." the young man explained.
Even if Viggo definitely didn't approve of the implications he couldn't help but grin back as it made things much easier. He caressed Jared inside and again was rewarded with a low moan.
"Oh yes," Jared whispered, pushing his hips up to meet Viggo's explorations, "please, my lord."
Viggo was sure Jared wouldn't have needed more preparation but he still took his time opening him up until he took three fingers easily and was softly begging for more.
Then he separated from Jared, and removed first Jared's pantaloons, then his own clothes, well aware of Jared's hungry gaze resting on him. He knelt between Jared's spread legs and slowly pulled him closer. With his cock nudging Jared's hole he took a moment to enjoy the exceptional view, then he pushed inside the welcoming heat, echoing Jared's happy moan with a growl of his own.
The moment Jared's ass clenched on his cock, milking him, he knew that he wouldn't last long. It had been too long since he had enjoyed the act of love to allow him to keep control and by the way Jared was writhing, his fingers clawing at the blankets he guessed that he wouldn't mind it hard and fast.
They moved with single-minded purpose, Viggo thrusting into the willing body and Jared pushing back against him, hooking his feet behind Viggo's back. Quickly they both abandoned quiet as Jared gasped and moaned with his mouth wide open, his head thrown back in pure rapture and Viggo growled and groaned, holding Jared by the hips and slamming into him again and again.
He didn't even need to touch Jared's cock again to bring him over the edge. It just happened, Jared's whole body tensing up, his ass gripping at Viggo's cock. With a scream the young man came, his back arching off the bed.
It was one of the hottest things Viggo had ever seen and while Jared was still coming he thrust into him hard and deep and came as well, grunting with his own release.
Then Jared slumped back onto the bed bonelessly, a somewhat stupid, but very happy, smile plastered over his face. Viggo slipped from him and then leaned down to kiss him again, feeling the same sated happiness.
"Thank you, my lord," Jared murmured when they parted.
They both jumped when they heard Orli's amused voice from the doorway. "Unfair! You started without me!"
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